Beca can't even begin to explain just how thankful she is that Stacie thought ahead to bring along Tamara's collapsible stroller, once the four year old starts to look a little worn out and grumpy from having to walk so much.
"So that's what's been in this backpack I've been carrying around? You couldn't have just told me?" Beca asks, huffing as she tries to open it up, sitting on the curb in front of a bench that Stacie and Tamara are sitting at watching her.
"I could have, but I liked you guessing. And getting them so wrong," Stacie says with a grin, "Also, seriously, can you decompress it already?"
"Decompress it?" Beca asks, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What would you call it then?" The taller brunette challenges, raising her own eyebrow in return, a smirk on her face as she watches Beca try for a comeback.
"I don't fu-freaking know. Maybe you could say 'deploying the stroller'?" Beca says, going back to the task of unfolding the contraption.
Stacie laughs as she continues to watch Beca struggle, "You know, if you would just let me-"
Beca cuts her off, not unkindly, "I've got this Stace. Don't worry."
Stacie bites her lip and remains quiet, happily enjoying her ice-cream with Tamara, who's still pretty high off of meeting Anna, Ariel and Cinderella at breakfast hours ago.
"It looks like you could use some help."
All three heads snap towards the voice, and both Beca and Tamara's eyes widen.
"Princess Anna! Hi again!" Tamara says, smiling widely at the blue eyed princess.
"You can just call me Anna, I mean, we're friends now, right?" The princess says, earning herself a great big smile from Tamara.
"We're friends! Yes, we're friends! I'm-my name is Tamara Conrad, I'm four years old I told you already and this-this is my mom-my mommy's," Tamara's exhilaration seems to be even more pronounced now than it had been earlier, and Beca can't really blame the little girl for tripping over her words in her excitement to get everything out.
It's entirely different seeing Princess Anna out here, with the natural lighting playing games with what shade of blue her eyes are, and just how fantastically soft her skin and hair look.
Stacie smiles knowingly at Beca before addressing the redhead, "Say Anna-do you have any knowledge in properly setting up a stroller? It seems someone is having some difficulties and is refusing to let me help."
The Disney princess nods enthusiastically, rolling up her nonexistent sleeves before crouching down besides Beca and saying, "Sure I do! I mean not really, but I'm pretty good at figuring things out, like-hey, what's this little button do?" She presses it and just like that the stroller is basically released and ready to be completely unfolded, and pulled up to its final form.
That's also the moment Beca wants to crawl into a cave and never return to seeing the light of day, because how embarrassing is this? Not even two minutes after arriving, the Disney princess is the one to successfully set up the stroller that Beca has been struggling with for the past ten minutes.
Tamara of course cheers for her favorite princess, while Stacie laughs because Beca looks absolutely affronted, while Princess Anna looks so proud to have helped, "Just call me Princess 'Fixer-Upper' Anna of Arendelle! Boy, that's a bit of a mouthful huh?"
She stands up and dusts herself off, grinning widely as she offers Beca her hand to help the brunette off of the curb.
Needless to say, when Beca looks up at her, she pauses completely stunned, because 'who gave people the right to look so good in a goddamn Disney princess costume?'
What with her honest smile, and bluer than should be allowed eyes; and her adorable braided pigtails framing her face; and the sun naturally making her practically glow. And Beca thinks it's just so fucking unfair that this woman looks so good while Beca looks like a hot mess in her 'Goddamn Mickey ears! Fucking hell Stacie!'
She groans, but that thought snaps her out of her reverie, as she accepts the proffered hand, and Beca's amazed at the strength the Disney princess has as she pulls her up.
So much strength in fact, they nearly crash into each other.
"Whoa there champ! Where do you think you're going?" Princess Anna asks as she laughs, quickly letting go of Beca's hand as soon as the brunette is on stable footing.
Beca's cheeks are on fire as she mumbles something along the lines of "hopefully somewhere I can't embarrass myself anymore," but the princess is already pushing the stroller closer to Stacie and Tamara, and is more than happy to help by holding both of their ice-creams as Stacie helps Tamara climb into the stroller.
"Thank you so much Anna, you really didn't have to do this," Stacie says, grateful just as well.
Beca walks closer and nods stiltedly, folding her arms across her chest, "Yeah, seriously. I might've spent the rest of our vacation trying to deploy that thing, if you didn't come along. So, I mean, thanks."
Princess Anna just shrugs as she sort of rocks back and forth on her heels, a bashful smile on her face before it turns teasing, "Deploy? Like some sort of rocket ship missile?"
She's teasing Beca for her choice in verbs and really, how-
"Anna! Anna, where are you?"
Tamara leans forward in her stroller, trying to get a look at the person who's calling out for the princess. Her heart hammering in her chest because, that sounds an awful lot like the Queen of Arendelle.
"Elsa! Over here!" The redhead happily exclaims, waving her hand way up in the air, standing on her tip toes for extra measure.
Tamara takes in the beautifully tall Queen as she gracefully appears in her line of sight, flowing ice gown and all.
"There you are." Elsa says, relief filling her voice, as she quickly wraps her arms around her sister. She then holds her out at arm's length and smiles at her brightly. Elsa then makes a show of noticing them and she clears her throat slightly.
"Oh hello there," the blonde says, after stepping out of the hug.
She kneels down in front of a slack jawed Tamara, "Would you like me to sign your autograph book? Anna told me she got to sign yours this morning at-"
Beca, who is incredibly impressed with just how amazing Disney is at hiring their character face actors, can't help but focus her attention away from Elsa and Tamara, and onto Anna instead, who is standing behind her sister, wearing an adorable smile, with her hands folded in front of her, looking on rather proudly.
Stacie is happily videotaping everything, and she nudges Beca as she says, "Aren't they just the best? I mean, really. I didn't think she'd have actually told Elsa about Tammy's notebook-she honestly didn't have to, but God, look at Tam's face- I'm so glad she did."
Beca hums, pretty surprised herself because, though she is no expert in any way, she's fairly certain these actors see so many kids and hear so many anecdotes, that it's got to be hard to actually remember faces or names.
Tamara, who has just finished hugging Elsa tightly, asks if it's okay to have a picture with both Elsa and Anna in it.
To which Elsa regally agrees and Anna excitedly says, "Yeah, what a great idea! And then maybe we can get someone to take a picture with your moms in it too! Our friend has a great camera doo-hickey that can get Sven and Olaf!"
Beca raises an eyebrow, but doesn't think much of what Anna said, certain she must have misheard her, as Stacie snaps a couple of adorable pictures of the three of them. Beca allows her a couple more before she nudges her, "Get in there you goof. Stand on the other side so you two tall gorgeous specimens can dwarf the other two adorable goofballs."
Stacie laughs as she and Elsa share a high five as Tamara giggles at Anna's exaggerated gasp and subsequent pout, "Says the person in Mickey ears. And, I'm pretty sure I could take you."
Beca quickly takes a picture then, capturing the moment forever, a large grin on her face as she looks at the redhead, "Sure, probably. Now how about a nice one of all four of her."
This immediately has Anna smiling, and dropping the pout, easily crouching down so she's at Tamara's level, gently taking hold of her little hand and then Stacie's with her other. Which has Elsa taking this as her cue to hold onto Tamara's other hand.
Beca just snorts at the scene in front of her and snaps the pictures, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she's been smiling like an absolute weirdo for God knows how long.
Elsa, ever the graceful one, curtseys to Tamara as she explains how she and her sister must be returning to their castle since, "who knows what Kristoff has gotten up to with Sven and Olaf."
And as Anna clumsily half curtseys, half bows to Tamara, Stacie takes the opportunity to talk to Elsa about their show, wanting to confirm a few things.
Tamara climbs back into her stroller, obviously spent, allowing Anna to now have Beca to talk to, without the four year old as a buffer.
And Beca isn't entirely sure if she should be grateful, or if she should try and get Tamara back out of her stroller so that Beca can climb in in her place.
"So!" Beca can't help the responding exhale of breath she releases before she chuckles under her breath, watching as Anna strikes a pose, hands on her waist, puffing out her chest slightly, "You love Frozen, huh?"
And Beca curses the fact that she blushes, but she also laughs as she responds, "Maybe. Although Tamy's been known to exaggerate when it comes to some things."
Both women notice Tamara shaking her head out of the corner of their eyes, which causes them both to grin wider.
"Who's your favorite? And I don't mean in the whole world, but like a small piece of the world. Like maybe in all of Arendelle. Who's your favorite in all of Arendelle?" Anna asks, and Beca can't help but find this dork cute; once again needing to remind herself that, 'she's an actor. And actor acting like an 18 year old Disney. Princess.'
Beca tilts her head and pretends to really think about it, watching as both Tamara and Anna seem to be waiting on tenterhooks for her reply.
"In all of Arendelle? I'm going to have to say…Elsa, hands down." Beca says, halfheartedly pointing at the blonde that she's talking about, who is still preoccupied with conversing with Stacie.
The reaction from Anna is one Beca should have anticipated honestly.
"Me too! Elsa's the very best! I love her so much. I think she's probably my favorite in the whole world, not just in Arendelle." Anna gushes adoringly, eyes wide as she looks at Tamara, "Don't you think she's great?"
The four year old giggles, "Yeah, but you're my favorite in the whole wide world Anna."
The redhead blushes as she coos, "Aww! That's so sweet! Thank you! I think you're my favorite too. You and Elsa, my two favorites in the whole world!"
Beca, apparently not knowing when not to speak, asks, "What about Kristoff? If Elsa's your unconditional favorite, what does that make Kristoff?"
Stacie, who has now finished up with Elsa, hears the question and raises an eyebrow taking in Beca's own 'what the fuck did I just ask' face, and realizing the brunette probably didn't think things through.
Anna doesn't seem all that thrown by the question, and as Elsa slips in beside her, she happily holds her hand and she grins at Beca as she shrugs, "I don't know- he's kinda cute if you're into that sort of thing I guess. I suppose he could be one of my favorite friends! Do you think Sven would get jealous if he heard me say that?" Anna aims the question to Tamara who laughs.
It isn't long after that when the two sisters bid them all fond farewells with hopeful wishes of seeing each other again soon.
Stacie pushes the stroller easily, giving herself a mental pat on the back for thinking to pack it. It gives the grownups the pleasure of walking at a bit of a faster pace, without the worry of Tamara tuckering out midstride, or getting a little grumpy at having to walk so much.
"I'm thinking we'll head back to the hotel to grab ourselves a nap, before we take on the rest of the day. I've already grabbed our return tickets so we can have the official meet and greet with Anna and Elsa. Then we can make it to their sing-a-long show."
Beca rolls her eyes good naturedly, earning herself a playful shove, "Hey! Come on now, stop the violence. We're in the happiest place on Earth!"
An overly enthusiastic group of jocks pass them as she says this, and they all let out whoops and, "Oo-rah! Yes it is!" as they high five and jump around, getting exceedingly excited.
This causes Beca to literally stop walking and stare after them in utter disbelief as Stacie collapses against the handle bars of the stroller, laughing at what just occurred, but more so at Beca's priceless look on her face.
"This place is unreal. Even the jocks are preppy!"
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Walking back from settling Tamara down in bed for her nap, Stacie collapses on the couch beside the brunette and pokes her in the side, "So, wanna tell me what was up with you and Princess Anna?"
Beca's face flushes immediately as she shakes her head with conviction, "No. No, because there's nothing up."
Stacie laughs as she hums, laying her head on Beca's shoulder, "Right, of course not. Thus the reason you were smiling and being all giddy; barely being a grump. Tell me, was it the pigtails, or the cute spring dress she had on?"
Beca narrows her eyes as she looks down at Stacie, shoving her off of her shoulder as she flatly says, "Ha. Ha. Very funny Conrad. Shut up."
Which of course only makes Stacie laugh even more, "No, wait, sorry, I'll stop kidding around. It was probably the smiling, wasn't it? The super sunny disposition, with a side order of adorkable awkwardness."
The blush Beca is sporting intensifies as she shifts her gaze away from Stacie's eyes and Stacie was actually just teasing, until she notices this uncontrollable reaction from the brunette, "Oh, wait. Oh my God Beca, seriously?"
Beca's ears are ringing and she just wants this to stop right now. She's embarrassed at herself as it is, and she really doesn't need Stacie to poke fun at her, "Just stop it Stacie, okay? It's not funny. It's weird and I feel so confused like, what the fuck is wrong with me, dude that's a Disney princess!"
Stacie shakes her head and tenderly wraps an arm around Beca, "No, of course it isn't funny. I was teasing cuz I thought you were just trying to be nice for Tamara, I didn't think you were actually like crushing on Anna. And…"she rubs Beca's shoulder as she says, "There's nothing wrong with you Beca; she's an actor, not an actual Disney princess."
Beca shakes her head, frustrated, "Her eyes Stace! Her eyes, they're ridiculously blue! Unfairly and illegally too blue to be allowed. You can't tell me she doesn't look every bit the part of Disney princess."
Stacie chuckles, and nods her head, "Yeah…they're pretty rad. But what I mean is like…she's an actual person too. She isn't a cartoon character. Under the makeup and costume…there's a real life person who you can talk to."
Beca rolls her eyes at her heart skipping a beat after hearing that.
"I know she isn't a cartoon character…it's still pretty damn weird to be crushing on someone while they're in costume pretending to be someone else."
Stacie nods, "Yeah, I can see where you'd have a little bit of an issue there."
"You don't say?" Beca asks sarcastically, getting a gentle nudge for that unnecessary comment.
"Well, I mean, who's to say you won't run into her out of costume? After all…" Stacie turns so she's fully facing the tinier brunette as she grins at her and starts singing, "a dream is a wish your heart makes!"
Beca laughs lightly before reaching for a pillow to lob at her to get her to stop singing, forgetting for a moment about the beautiful woman with the red hair and blue eyes